by Bec Botefuhr
“Names?”Sierraasks,stickingherhandintoabagofpotatochips andthrowingoneintohermouth.
Iraisemybrowsather.
“What?”shesaysbetweenmouthfuls.“I’mpregnantnow.”
“Ha,goodexcuse,sweetheart.”
Shepouts.“Don’tworry,Iwon’tmakeextrabootyforyoutodrag around.”
Isnortalaughandgrinather.“Yourbootycouldbethesizeofthis stateandI’dstilldragyouaroundeverywherewithme,andI’ddoitwith pride.That’showmuchIloveyou.”
“Aw,yousweetthing,you.”
“Now,backtonames…”
“Ilike…well…it’sastupidname,butIalwayslikeditwhenIwas growingup.”
“Spill,sweetheart.”
“Ifthebabyisagirl,Esmeralda.Ifthebabyisaboy,Noah.”
Igrinather,Ilovehermind.Iloveeverythingaboutherrightinthis moment.
“Hadafascinationforthehunchbackasachild,didwe?”
“Ilikedthatmovie!Hey,Ididn’tsuggestQuasimodoasaboy’s name.Givemeabreak,”shegiggles.
“Quasi…Ilikeit.”
Sheshovesmyarm.“Notfunny,Marcus.”
Iwinkather.“Baby,IlovethenameEsmeralda.Wecouldcallher Esme.”
“Ohno…”shegroans.
“What?”
“TheTwi-hardsoftheworldwillthinkwe’recopyingthem.”
Ifocusontheroadwithablankexpression.“Thewhat?”
“TheTwi-hards.Thetwilightfans.Youknow…thevampiremovie?”
Iglancequicklyather.“I’msorry…what?”
“Nevermind!Themother’snameisEsme.”
“IsitEsmeralda?”
“No.”
“Thenitdoesn’tmatter,doesit?”
Shechucklessoftly.“No,Isupposeitdoesn’t.”
“Ok…we’reherebaby.”
SheturnsandstaresattheprivatelittlecoveonthebeachthatIhave setupforus.Hereyeswiden.Thelittlecoveisbeingprotectedbyafew guardsIhiredsonoonecancomedown.Ipaidalotofmoneytosecure it.Shecan’tseethetableIhavesetuphiddenonthesandbehindthe trees,ortheblanketwhereIfullyintendtosuckeveryinchofher beautifulbody.
“Oh,Marcus,”shebreathes.“Allours?”
“Allours,baby.”
Shelooksoveratmewithasmilesobig,itdigsdeepintomysoul.
Everymomentthatshesmilesatmelikethat,makesmeknowthatevery choiceImadeinthepastfewdays,hasbeentherightone.
Idon’tregretasingledecision.
CHAPTER15
SIERRA
IfeelmyheartswellaswewalkdownontothesandwhereMarcus hasorganizedatabletobesetinthemiddleoftheprivatecove.There’s alsoarugontheground,it’shuge,andlooksextremelysoftandinviting.
Iflushandlookupathim,he’sgrinningdownatmeandforthefirst time…like…ever…helookstrulyhappy.Hetakesmyhandandleadsme overtothetableandchairs.Istaredownattheroundtablethatiscovered withawhitesatintablecloth.Ithasafewofthosefakecandlesanda coupleofredrosesinthemiddle.There’safewdishescoveredwith silvertops.Ican’thelpthesplittingsmilethatcreepsacrossmyface.
“Mysexysweetisaromantic,”Imurmur.
Helooksdownatmewiththosesexy,darkbrowneyes.“I’llbe anythingforyou,sweetheart.”
Igrin.“Wouldyousubmittome?”
Hisbrowsraise.“Submit…areyouserious?”
“Icouldbe…”
Hetiltshisheadtotheside.“Youwantmeonmyknees,baby,I’ll getonmyknees.”
Ifeelmyeyesgrowheavy.“Youwill?”
Hestrokesmycheek.“I’lldoanything.”
Ileanupandbrushmylipsacrosshis,thenIrubmystomach.
“Hungry.”
Hechucklesandpullsoutmychair.“Thenletuseat.”
“Whythankyoukindsir,”Igrin,sittingdown.
Heopensthedishesandpoursmeanorangejuiceandhimselfa wine.Ifeelmyheartswellagain.He’slookingaftermeandpeanut.
That’ssweet.Iinhalethesmelloffood.Yum.Justyum.Istaredownat theset-upofsandwiches,cheese,crackers,someroast,andisthat…oh…
itis…carameltart.IlickmylipsandMarcuslaughs.
“Youlooklikeyou’reabouttojumpthetableforthattart.”
“Oh,Iam.”
“Lunchfirst.”
Ipoutathim.Withagorgeoussmile,heservesmeaplatefullof food.Ibegineatingandwechatthroughlunchinawaywe’venever chattedbefore.Welaugh,talkaboutgrowingup,talkaboutourfavorite thingsandourhates.It’sallthingswehaveneverreallyhadachanceto talkaboutbefore.Whenwefinishourtart,Marcuspressesabuttonona smallplayerbythetable,somesoftmusiccomeson.Hestandsandoffers mehishand.
“Dancewithme,baby?”
Ismile,andstand.Whenhepullsmeintohisarms,mybodycomes tolife.Hepressesagainstme,hislipsareonmytemple,hisarmsare aroundmeandIfeelcompletelyathome.Weswaysoftlytothemusic, justholdingeachother,justenjoyingthismoment.
“Sierra,Ihavetoaskyousomething.”
Myhearthammers.He’snotgoingto…ishegoingto…propose?
“Ok…”
Heletsmegoandlooksdownatme.“First,Iboughtahouse.”
Igape.“What?”
“Ahouse,rightnearyourparents’…abig,beautifulhousetoraise ourchildren.”
“But…yourlifeisinD.C…”
“No,mylifeiswithyou.Idon’tfeelaneedtobethereanylonger, outhere,Ifeelathome.It’sclosertoyourfamily,tomyfamily…our childrenneedthat.”
“Soyouboughtahouse?”Iwhisper.
“Yes,forus.”
“O-ok…”
God,Ican’twrapmyheadaroundthatone.Heboughtahouse?Near myfamily?Hedidthatformeandpeanut?
“Iknowit’soverwhelming,butIpromiseyou’llloveit.”
Istrokehisface.“I’llloveanythingaslongasI’mwithyou.”
“Thenthatbringsmetothenextthing.”
Hebeginsloweringtohiskneeandmyheartspeedsup.Hereaches intohispantsandpullsoutaring,nobox,justabeautifuldiamondring.
Tearstumbledownmycheeksashelooksupatme,hiseyesfulloflove.
“I’monmyknees,formorereasonsthanone.Thefirstreason,isthat IwantyoutoseeIamgivingyoumyself.Iamgivingyoucontrol.Iam givingyoueverythingthat’sinsideme.Onmyknees,Ipresentmyselfto youandpromiseyouthatI’llalwaysbewillingtobewhateveryouneed.
Onmyknees,IpromiseI’llnevercheat,lieorbetrayyou.Onmyknees,I promiseI’llneverhurtyou,IpromiseI’llalwayshaveyourbackandtake careofyouwhenyou’resick.Onmyknees,Sierra,Iaskyoutobemy wife?”
IfeelmylegstrembleasIlookdownathim.“Yes,amilliontimes, yes.”
Asplittinggrinspreadsacrosshisfaceandheslipstheringontomy finger.Iamstillblubberinglikeasmallchild,butIdon’tcare.Nothing elsemattersinthismoment.WhenMarcusgoestogetup,Iputmyhand onhisshoulder.
“No,stayjustlikethat.”
Hedoes,lookingupatmewiththosedazzlingbrowneyes.Irunmy fingersaroundhisjawandthenupoverhislips.Hepartsthem,soIslip myfingerinside.Hiseyesgrowlusty.
“Suck,”Iorder.
Hiseyesmeetmineashesucksmyfingerin,swirlinghistongue aroundit.Feelingthesoftnessofhismouthonmyskin,isoverwhelming andincrediblyerotic.WhenIslidemyfingerout,Irunitaroundhislips oncemore.ThenIgripmydress,pullingitovermyheaduntilI’m standinginmyunderwear.Marcussucksinabreath,andwhenIgripmy braanddropitoff,hisgazebecomessohooded,it�
��ssexyallsin.WhenI dropmypanties,hemakesastrangledsound.
“Whatareyougoingtodowithme?”Ipurr,steppingcloser.
Hishandsslideupmylegsuntilhe’scuppingmybottom,he massagesitgently,kneadingandplayinguntilI’mshuddering.Hepulls mecloser,pressinghismouthtomypelvicbone,softlykissingit.His mouthmovesovermyskin,makingitheatupandcomealivebeneathhis lips.Iwhimperwhenhisheadmoveslower.Hegripsoneofmythighs andpushesitoutsoIsinkdownandamclosertohismouth.Whenhis tongueflickerslightlyovermycleft,Igroan.He’snottouchingitenough tobringpleasure,butenoughtomakemewant…desperately.
“Marcus…”Iwhisper.
“I’monthegroundbaby,”hemurmursintomyskin.“Youtellme whatyouwant.Youhavethecontrol.”
“Lickme.”
“Where?”hegrowls.
“Lickmypussy,god,Marcus,lickit.”
Ifeelhischestrumblewithpleasureasheleansforward,slowly slidinghistongueupmyslituntilhefindsmyclit.Hereachesdownand gripsmyankle,puttingmylegoverhisshouldersohecandelvedeeper.I cryoutwhenhesucksmyclitintohismouth,hard,forcefully.Mybody buckles,butheuseshishandstoholdmeupasIshakeandtremble.God, I’vemissedhim.I’vemissedeverythingabouthim.Heslidesonehand upmyleguntilhefindsmydampentrance,thenhegentlyslipstwo fingersinside,stretchingme,fillingmesoperfectly.
“God,Marcus,more…”
Hesucksharder,thrustsharderandthatdoesitforme.Icomeso hardmybodybucklesandIfalltotheground.He’sovermeinasecond, hismouthisonmine,hishandsaremassagingmybreasts.Thesudden mixofpleasureinmybodyhasmejerkingviolentlyashedrivesmy orgasmout.WhenIgainmyfocusback,Ishoveathischest,pushinghim ontohisback.Iroll,pressingmybodydownthehardlengthofhisand runningmylipsacrosshis.
“Myturn,”Imurmur.
Igriphisshirt,tearingitupandoverhisheadbeforemovingdownto hisjeans.Iunbuttonthem,andpullthedownasquicklyasIcan,wanting himtobefree.WhenIseehiscockspringout,Igrin.
“Commando.Livingdangerously,sexysweet?”
Hegrinsatme.“Justtryin’somethingnew.”
“Ilikeit.”
“Iknewyouwould,nowstoptalkingandsuckmycock.”
Ishudder.“God,saythatagain.”
Igriphiscockinmyhandandhegroans.
“Suck.My.Cock.”
“Yes,sir,”Igrowl.
Ileandown,takingtheheadintomymouthandswirlingmytongue aroundit.Idon’ttakehimdeeplythough,insteadIbeginslidingmy tonguedownhisshaftuntilIreachhisballs.GentlyIsuckthemintomy mouthandhegroansloudly.Islidebackuphislength,swirlingand teasinguntilIreachhisheadagain.Adropofprecumrollsdownhis lengthandIsnakemytongueoutandlickitoff.
“Stopfuckingteasingme,youlittleminx.Suckit.”
Igiggleandthenlowermyheadoverhim.Histhroatyraspisenough forme,Ipullhimdeeperuntilhe’sgrowlingandcursing.Iuseonehand tostrokehimwhilemymouthworkshishead.I’mjustgettingintoit, whenhegripsmyhairandpullsmeoff,flippingmeontomybackbefore Icanevenblink.
“Ineedtofuckyou.”
“God,yes…”
“Notlikethis.”
Istareupathim.Hestaresaroundamoment,thenhegrinsandlifts mefromthefloor.Hewalksovertothetableandshovestheplatesoff.
Theylandonthesandwithathump.Heputsmybottomonthetable,but doesn’tlaymedown.Hishandgoesaroundtothesmallofmybackand hepressesitthere,whilehisotherhandhooksmylegsaroundhiswaist.
Whenhe’sgotmehowhewantsme,hegripshiscockandpressesitto myentrance.Whenheslidesin,slowly,deeply,Igroan.Nothingcould feelbetterthanMarcusHarrisonfuckingyou,nothing.
Heslidehiscockoutwithagroan,andthenslidesitbackin.Idrop myheadback,andhislipsfindmythroatasheworkshiships,pumping inandoutuntilIamscreaminghisnameandclawinghisback.Heholds meoffthough,notlettingmecomebypullingouteverytimeIamabout to.
“Marcus,”Irasp.
“Yes,sweetheart?”hegrowlsintomyear.
“Letmecome.”
“Whatdoyousay?”
“Please…ohplease…”
“Pleasewhat?”
“Asshole,”Iraspashethrustshishipsagain,bringingmetothe edge.
“Idon’tbelievethat’scorrect,tryagain.”
Herockshishipsandhiscockpressesupagainstmysweetspot.My bodyjerks,desperateforrelease.Myfingernailsareagainsthisskinso fiercelyIcanfeelbloodbeneaththem.
“Please…sir,”Iwhineloudly,tiltingmyhipsup.
Grinning,heslamsinhardandfast.IcomesohardIseewhite.He thrusts,inandout,inandout,untilI’mcomingagainandhe’scoming hardanddeepinsideme.Hisheadisthrownback,hischestisheaving andgod,helookssofuckinggorgeous.Hisgroansofpleasureare everythingtome.WhenhecomesdownfromhishighandI’vecome downfrommine,heliftsmeontohiships,pullingoutofme.Hecarries mebacktotheblanketandlaysusbothdowngently.
“Youhavelearnedwell,sweetheart.”
Igrinupathim.“Well,youdidallrightyourself,sir.”
“Beingasubmissive,evenforfiveminutes…ittookalot.”
Istrokehisface.“Iknow.”
“DoyouknowhowmuchIloveyou?”
Iflushandtiltmyhead,kissinghisneck.“Yougotonyourkneesfor me.Ithink…yeah…IthinkIknowhowmuchyouloveme.”
“Forever,meandyou.Gotthat?”
“Igotthat,sexysweet.”
“So…newhouse,newbaby,newlife.Doyouthinkwe’vemadeour point?”
Igiggleandslaphisarm.“Ithinkwescreamedourpointtothe world.Noregrets?”
“Notone.”
“So…wheretofromhere?”
Hegrinsdownatme.“Well,firstI’mgoingtokissyou.Then,I’m goingtomakelovetoyou.”
“Imeanafterthat,”Ichuckle.
“Afterthat’samystery,andthat’swhatmakesitamazing, sweetheart.”
“SolongasI’minitwithyou,itcanthrowanythingatus.”
Herunshislipsacrossmytemple.
“I’mrighttherewithyoubaby,everystepoftheway.”
Isnuggleintohim,knowinghemeansthatwholeheartedly…and that…that’senoughtomakeanygirlsmile.
EPILOGUE
SEVENMONTHSLATER
“Hmmmm,”Igroan,rollingtomysideandfacingMarcus.
“Morning,sleepyhead.”
“Hello,sir,it’salwaysnicetowakeupwithabacktickle.”
“Icantickleanywhereyoulike,sweetheart.”
“Rebel.”
Hechucklesandpresseshimselfagainstme,Icanfeelhishardcock pressingagainstme.Ishiftmymassivebellyandgroanasitwobbles around.God,thisbabyisdoingcrazythingstome.Heorshebetterget outsoonbecauseseriously,it’spainful.Well,Iamsurelaborisfarmore painful,butit’sworthit.OrsoI’mtold.Marcusrunshishandsdownmy largebelly,gentlystrokinglittlecirclesoverouroversizedpeanut.
“Youknowwecan’tgetjiggywithitwhenI’mabouttopop,”I whine.
“Youcan’t,Ican.”
“Huh?”
HerollstohisbackandIfeelmovementunderthesheet.
“Ohyouwouldn’t.”
HegroansandIyankthesheetbacktoseehishandslidingupand downhiscock.Ilickmylips,thesightissoutterlyerotic.Seeingaman pleasuringhimselftakesthecakeinmybooks.Iwatchashismassive handslidesupanddownhislength,strokingslowly.Hisotherhand reachesdowntocuphisballsandthat’senoughforme,Isquirmtoreach myclitbut…goddammit…Ican’tget
it.Iturntomysideandtrythat withnoluck.Marcusbeginsstrokingharderandfaster,hischestbecomes tight,hisbodyclenchesandohgod,helookssofuckingsexy.
“Baby,”hemurmurs.“Wantmetocome?”
“No,”Iwhine,tryingtoreachmynetherregions.Seriously,howcan Inotreachit?IknowI’mpregnant,butsheesh.
Marcus’handmovesharderandfasterandhisheadsinksbackinto thepillow.God,fuckit,whycan’tIreach?Ineedtofeelrelease.My fiancéisgivinghimselfpleasurerightinfrontofmeandIcan’teven reachmyownclit.That’soneforthebooks.IwatchasMarcus’mouth opensandastrangledgroanescapesashisreleasebeginsspurtingout ontohisbellyinlong,thickstrands.Iwhimperandroll,tryingonelast timetogetmyclit.Itendsbadly.Ienduprollingoffthebedandlanding onmyback,thankgodforthelowbed.Icryoutandslapmyhandonthe floorbesideme.
“Goddammit!”Icry.
Marcusissilentamoment.ThenIseehisfacepeerofthesideofthe bed.He’sgotthat‘I’mtryingtorestrainmyselffromlaughing’lookon hisface.
“Ohjustlaugh,asshole!”
Heburstsoutlaughingandliftsmeup,pullingmebackontothebed.
“Baby,doyouwantmetodoitforyou?”hechuckles,hischest rattling.
“No!”Isnap,slidingoutofbedandstompingtowardsthebathroom.
“Sierra?”hecalls,stilllaughing.
Caringfiancé,trulyheis.WhenIgetintotheshower,Iturnitonand stepin,runningmyhandsovermymassivebump.Ishiftfromsideto sideasmybackbeginstoache.God,didIhurtitfallinglikethat?It wasn’tfar,butit’sfeelingveryachy.IrubmyhandsoveritandMarcus walksinstilllaughinguntilheseesmyface.Hequicklystepsintothe shower,takingmyfaceinhishands.
“Whatisit?”
“Oh,IthinkIhurtitalittle,that’sall.”
“Doyouneedadoctor?”
Ishakemyhead.“No,no,I’mok.”
